Seamstress of Love 
Has let me wear 
A texture cloth 
Its color rare, 
A pattern which 
Many have sought 
But many less 
Have ever gotten 

Sweet memory dances 
Inside my head: 
A bright shimmering 
Of your silk thread, 
Their highlights cast 
Of a golden hue, 
The stitches woven 
Carefully through 

Such a beautiful 
Unique design, 
Sewn in my heart 
So firm and fine 
Sewn in my soul 
I can't forget
The shimmering 
Its love beget 

The eye of your needle 
Now empty and bare, 
I ask dear seamstress 
If you've played fair: 
Was the thread knotted 
Upon the end… 
With honest intent 
To patch and mend? 

Or would you unravel 
All that silky thread, 
Refusing 'love shimmers' 
Through my life instead? 
Will scissors soon snip 
My heart all apart, 
That you sewed together
With such a fine art? 
 

©Soulstar2000